Columns

Like you, I’m pretty much a very, very loyal grocery shopper.
Over the years, I’ve chosen to spend money with folks who spend theirs with me.
Hence, I search their ads in the newspaper each week to determine what I am going to buy where.
I honestly can’t recall a moment when I went out on a “jag” and plunked down serious cash for an item I hadn’t thought out.
Well, I guess I do have to admit I once rushed out to a convenience store on Christmas morning for batteries for one of Jon Clark’s Christmas gifts.

We wonder why the preachers of the ilk of Pat Robertson, Jerry Falwell, et al., who have always been so vociferous in assigning great disasters, such as floods, earthquakes, tornados and hurricanes, to God’s wrath as punishment for man’s shortcomings of a Liberal nature, but remain totally silent when such disasters have befallen areas dominated by those of a Conservative nature.

Are you ready for some summer?
Like most folks, my bet is you’re already pondering just exactly how hot it’s going to get in August.
That’s because we’ve had an extremely warm May and June — and July’s just around the corner.
My guess is the days and weeks to come won’t exactly be lazy. Especially this weekend, because Independence Day is here.

I always enjoy the holiday … especially when it coincides with a long weekend.

Faithful readers know by now that the old curmudgeon loves reading, especially older books.
The other day we picked up a volume that had resided peacefully on our shelf for close to a quarter of a century, the exact time it is hard to state with certainty.
It was published in 1972, but we did not acquire it for some little time, possibly 10 to 15 years. We do this quite often, buying a book that looks interesting, which we for some reason cannot read just at the time of purchase, but which we think we may at some time get around to reading.

Iron stomachs.
Some folks have them. Some don’t.
The fellow sitting in this chair is one of the latter.
I think it has to do with the fact that when I was a child, carsickness came easy for me.
I often had to ask my parents to stop so my head would quit spinning.
It’s also well documented that when I get near water, moving or still, my ruddy face turns green.